poem inspired by this image--for online poetry class
whispers through wind-bent branches, whirling leaves weaving quiet truths, wild roots waiting beneath still earth, water writing its lessons in ripples, wingbeats widening our seeing, wholeness waking in the stillness wandering grace brightens every truth we meet.
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